The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 122

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Episode 122

“You’re not part of our family! Something like you…!”

When Dillen roughly shoved Rose, her frail body couldn’t withstand the force and collapsed.

“You must have wanted our mother to die. Isn’t that right?”

Dillen glared at Rose as if he wanted to kill her.

A coward who was dying to kill but lacked the courage to do so.

“Otherwise, you and your mother wouldn’t have settled in here right after mother passed away!”

Less than a month after the Countess of Herthas died, the Count brought in a new wife.

Society gossiped about this, saying he must have been having an affair even before the Countess died, that he was surely just waiting for her to die, and other such nonsense.

Dillen seemed to despise those rumors terribly.

Saying they were tarnishing his dead mother’s reputation.

And he could hardly bear that his father, who never once visited when his mother was dying, brought in a new wife immediately after she died.

Dillen’s rage was directed entirely at Rose.

The result manifested as violence.

“Please stop, brother.”

Yurta was the only one who tried to stop the violence.

Which meant that in this Herthas estate, he was the only one who would save Rose.

So, Rose.

These words may sound pathetic, but still, I’m better than Dillen, aren’t I?

* * *

With burning pain throughout his body, Yurta’s consciousness grew hazy.

In the bitter cold with fierce winds howling, he broke out in cold sweats.

Would having his skin peeled off alive and all his blood vessels bursting feel similar to the pain he was experiencing now?

He exhaled slowly to maintain his consciousness.

Struggling to get up and walking to find Rose, he eventually collapsed while leaning against a tree.

“Damn it…”

A drug capable of inflicting such fatal damage must have come from the Cursed Land.

Dillen must have given it to Rose.

Usually, items from the Cursed Land could only be purchased through illegal channels.

Since the Empire managed the Cursed Land in a closed manner, it was nearly impossible to access that place through legal procedures.

Dillen was just as rotten to the core as Yurta.

But Rose thought Dillen was gentle and kind.

I’m always the only bad one.

That was probably one of the many reasons why Rose hated him.

Yurta couldn’t understand such a Rose.

What was so different between Dillen and himself?

Rather, wasn’t he better than Dillen?

Yurta had no intention of denying the wrongs he had committed against Rose in his childhood.

However, if he had one complaint, he wanted to argue that he had done less wrong than Dillen.

Dillen had been violent toward Rose and tormented her terribly.

At least he hadn’t resorted to violence.

Rose was always in trouble because of Dillen and would end up covered in wounds.

“…Then why do you only hate me?”

Why only me?

If you’re going to hate, why not hate us both?

Yurta muttered as if sobbing.

His voice had the quality of a child discriminated against by their parents.

But soon his consciousness grew hazy, and the sorrow that had consumed his entire body also sank into darkness.

Yurta repeatedly fainted and regained consciousness in the burning pain from the drug Rose had scattered.

After several excruciating cycles, when he fully regained consciousness, the pain that had been strangling his throat had loosened.

He raised his unwell body and moved to catch Rose.

So he walked and walked.

How much time had passed?

A sweet fragrance that could numb the brain brushed past his nose.

Yurta followed that scent as if enchanted.

Finally, he discovered Rose collapsed at the cliff edge.

‘Why is she in such a place…?’

Though confused, he hurriedly ran to the collapsed Rose.

And he took her into his arms.

“Sister.”

Until he met her, emotions like resentment and anger had embraced him, but seeing her pale, haggard face diluted all those emotions.

Only the feeling of not wanting to let her go continuously revived and dominated him.

“Sister, please come to your senses.”

“…”

“Sister.”

Rose’s body was ice-cold.

How long had she been like this?

No, how much time had passed while he was repeatedly fainting and waking up in the first place?

He felt like quite a long time had passed, but it was only frustrating since he couldn’t gauge the exact time.

‘Come to think of it…’

She was wearing different clothes from what she had on when she abandoned him and left.

‘A robe?’

Seeing her collapsed in different clothes, it seemed like something had happened to her…

“Mmm…”

As he was wondering how she had ended up like this, Rose let out a faint moan as if regaining consciousness.

“Sister.”

“…Mmm.”

“Are you conscious?”

Her pink eyelashes trembled finely, then her bright pink eyes, close to crimson, were revealed.

“Yurta…?”

“Yes, Sister.”

Since he was the one who happened to find her when she woke up, wouldn’t Rose show a despairing expression?

While having such meaningless thoughts, Rose smiled joyfully.

He was quite surprised by the unexpected reaction.

Even when he looked at her again, dismissing it as a mistake, Rose was still smiling.

“Yurta.”

“Yes, Sister.”

“Yurta.”

“…Yes.”

“Yurta.”

“…”

As if she wasn’t particularly expecting an answer, she continued calling his name.

Something was strange, but he was simply happy that she was calling his name.

“Yurta.”

Rose called his name once more and smiled brightly.

Somehow, his eyes stung.

At this very moment, he felt like he could give her his heart.

He could even hand her a knife and tell her to stab him.

But whenever Rose smiled at him like this, nightmares would follow.

“I hate you.”

Just like now.

Yurta let out a hollow laugh.

What exactly had he been expecting?

“Yurta.”

But expectations sprouted differently from one’s will.

Whenever she smiled kindly and called his name, he would foolishly hope again by himself.

“Yurta.”

Seeing her look at him again with that clear smile, he stupidly harbored hope.

And at that moment, something sharp pierced deep into his abdomen.

Rose had stabbed him with a knife, yet she was still grinning and laughing.

Even as blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

“Goodbye, Yurta.”

Soon she pushed Yurta off the cliff without hesitation.

Watching his powerlessly falling body from the cliff edge, Rose laughed.

After a moment.

Crack. The sound of the man’s body shattering could be heard.

* * *

Rihardt searched for Roji.

All day long. Without rest.

The sky grew darker and showed signs of heavy snow falling again.

The North was in great chaos right now.

The sudden attack on the Head of the Holy Knights, Roji’s simultaneous disappearance, and the attack by the Demon Worshippers.

All these unfortunate events had struck at once.

Fortunately, the Demon Worshippers’ attack was quickly resolved.

When they were pushed back in battle, they retreated swiftly and didn’t attack again after that.

The search for Roji continued like this.

“Come to think of it, Yurta is missing too.”

“You mean Herthas Prince? Since when has he been gone?”

“I think he hasn’t been seen since Count Evantes’ fiancée disappeared…”

Everyone belatedly noticed Yurta’s disappearance because they were focused on Roji, who was a key person under surveillance.

When Rihardt heard this news, he felt his mood sink.

Yurta Herthas. It didn’t matter what happened to that man, but if by any chance he had kidnapped Roji…

The possibility was high.

‘He called Roji sister.’

Three years ago, she had said she had a connection with Yurta in the past.

But wasn’t the term “sister” quite sibling-like?

‘Didn’t they say the Herthas Count’s eldest daughter disappeared long ago?’

Since he had no interest in the Herthas Family, this information had been outside his attention.

Everything was strange.

But investigating would have to wait until after finding Roji.

Time passed like this again.

One day, two days.

“We found her!”

At the end, they discovered her collapsed at the edge of some snow-covered meadow.

Disheveled pink hair and pale cheeks.

Rihardt approached her as if entranced.

The woman lay collapsed as if dead. No, she really seemed dead.

“Grand Master!”

He brushed past the knight and embraced Rose.

Then he anxiously brushed away her hair as if to confirm, and placed his hand on her neck.

The temperature that touched his hand was cold.

Like that of a corpse.

“…Please, please.”

He kept opening and closing his mouth anxiously.

Though he kept his hand on her neck for a long time, what he wanted never returned.

The warm temperature and pulse that beat like a fish flopping.

What any living human should naturally have was absent in Roji.

“…Roji.”

This couldn’t be.

Something was wrong.

“Roji.”

He called her name.

I’m calling you.

Then at least answer gruffly while frowning like usual.

“Roji, please…”

Please answer me.

But no answer came.

She was dead.

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